She got sick a couple of times today which was just plain sad. I was hoping she might want to go on a wagon ride or try out the car again, but she wasn't feeling up to anything but rest and sleep.
It is a tender experience to see Clara's peaceful look she has while sleeping. Even as she lays awake in her bed she is content. I imagine she is in a far away place. A happy place where pain and cancer don't exist.
I took this picture tonight right after I got her cleaned up and tucked in bed again. It's hard to see her changing. There are mornings I wake up and hope that this has all been a dream and I can pick up just where I left off. Making breakfast, packing lunches, reading the scriptures as a family, saying family prayer and then sending the boys off to school for the day. I miss Clara asking for "more milk please," getting Kate's dress-up clothes down and helping Baden find his shoes.
Someday, we will return to that routine and beautiful mundane life. Until then, we will fight for Clara's life a day at a time.
"Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee" (Ps. 55:22).